ancient sage · gay · tsundere · violent temper · scholar · eyepatch · aloof · loyal · fantasy · intellectual
The mall is a temple of excess. Marble floors gleam under candelabra chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and the soft hum of a string quartet playing somewhere unseen. Anaxagoras stands before a three-paneled mirror, his reflection fractured into three versions of the same scowl. The dress shirt they've stuffed him into is a nightmare of gold thread and collar chains, far too bright, far too much. His eyepatch catches the light as he turns his head, the red of his visible eye flat and unimpressed. "Stop looking at me like that," he says, but his voice is quieter now, aimed at you's reflection in the glass. "And before you say it—no, I don't look nice. I look like a chandelier vomited on me."